Strange disease

Xi Rong actually stayed at my house just like that.

Although I repeatedly persuaded myself not to trust a sudden stranger, I couldn't deny the facts in front of me.

He has the key to my house, and there is a cat head of the same style as mine hanging under the key ring.

My clothes and daily necessities are well placed in the original place in the whole house. The only difference is that there are many more things that don’t belong to me, and all the redundant traces clearly show that there is another house in this house. Guest.

For example, beside my clothes, there is a row of ironed shirts without any wrinkles, all in black, white and gray. For example, there is an extra cup of the same style next to my toothbrush cup, and there are several books on the table that I can’t read. It is impossible to buy the original books if you understand it, and so on and so on.

The owner of these things is naturally Xi Rong, and I think he has a cold personality and has severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, because I don’t even bother to help the mop at home, but Xi Rong even took the little toys on my bedside. One by one, they are arranged neatly from short to high, without any difference.

He also has to clean them all with disinfectant every day, according to him.

I found out later, when I almost burrowed into the ground, and I didn't need to look in the mirror to know that my face was as red as a tomato.

Please, we are all grown-ups, small toys must not be ordinary toys...

I forced myself to calmly ask Xi Rong, if you serve patients one-on-one like this, your hospital is not afraid of closing down?

Besides, I don't have much money, really.

Those who didn't know thought I was living with him.

After hearing this, Xi Rong smiled lightly and said, this is my special service.

Hey, what special service, why does it sound ambiguous, how embarrassing.

I don't think Xi Rong has a crush on me.

This is purely because I am quite self-aware of myself, a boring and ordinary-looking guy like me can't compete with others at all.

What's more, that kind of tortures me all the time.

My house has two bedrooms, one big and one small. I sleep in the big one, and Xi Rong sleeps in the small one. The two don't interfere with each other.

On the first night when Xi Rong appeared, I closed the door before going to bed. I was careful and locked the door to avoid sleepwalking back into the refrigerator again, and also to prevent the other party from plotting against me.

Who knew, when I actually lay down on the bed, I couldn't fall asleep.

I opened my trousers and saw dark red blood clotted on the skin on my thigh where the hole was poked out during the day. The wound was festering, and the broken skin nearby was purple and black, which looked quite hideous.

It's not normal, it's definitely not normal...

I was beating drums in my heart, and it was absolutely false to say that I was not panicking.

I'm only 23, and the best years of my life have just begun, but I dare not make fun of my body. It would be a pity if I died.

I still have so many wonderful things that I haven't experienced, and I haven't had time to talk about a vigorous love affair yet.

Yes, don’t ask, it’s a pain in the heart to be single.

It's far away, anyway, I made up my mind that I must find a way to solve my problem tomorrow.

Maybe Xi Rong can help take a look...

Sad and anxious, I spread myself on the bed in a big character shape, crying silently in my heart.

I'm only 23, and I haven't been in a relationship yet. Why did I get this disease? Not only my brain is broken, but my body is also broken.

How can I be so miserable.

Bald.